the cottage in chipman

It doesn't make sense,
wood cielings and walls
and lamenet floors
and thin,frail doors
the wood does not
usually show itself here

but here it does
in the wild,in the wild
and the sap runs down
inside and out
and the cool and heat
with the seasons defeat

and you'll always wake up
with some sort of itch
and with some sort of bite
and the howls in the night
will pinch your insides like
the thrill of a fight

You'll swing from the rope
down in the river
and ruin the boat
as it's shallow and rough
and you'll capture the wind
in the cup of your hands

and you'll hide in the net
from the bites and the stings
you'll sit on the roof and
wish you had wings
this place is a palace
for porcupine kings